The Past

I can’t tell it all The joy and sorrow we endure together We can’t forget the devil who stole our clothes and made us Angora rabbit in Ankara Tavsani. I remember our nakedness that was showcase in Mikaddo conference center. The nails we confronted have made us a complete being The storm we conquered in Jupiter has started paving way for the rain to shower on the crop. Today we are on the steps to cloud nine and our footprints are polish with gold. Tomorrow the thundercloud will experience our presence. The stars will be our resting place. The moon will watch over our dry line in Venus. The angels will gather with joy to welcome great warriors that have defeated shame and struggles.